Femme Fatale

A short poem inspired by the opening narration of a Film Noir detective..... A simple scene set in a all night bar. Imagine the narrator in a long coat, hat and a ciggarette permantly attached to his hand, in the other one a shot of whiskey. Eyes red from lack of sleep and the effects of the whiskey.

All in glorious monochrome except for the Femme Fatale calling to him...........

Oh, now I see why you wanted me to read this one in particular. They are similar. I LOVE the wiskey eyes. I wish I've thought of that one. People with more talent always think of the good lines! Ha! Great poem Boneman.

wow boneman. took a few goes before i could comment on this, i love the image of a sultry female entangling a man with just a look of her whisky shot eyes. then i am left with the thought at the end did the writer actually see her or were the whisky eyes his from the bottom of his glass..........
yours thoughtfully
snow x x x